Midnight. Few minutes past.
And I’m still waiting. For the letter.
That you promised.
I hate timetables
I don’t like schedules
And my thoughts just become a knot of wires.
I hear the sound of green –
It’s my old clock.
It’s late. It’s early.
I don’t know now…
I click my fingers more and more
So loud, to make the mist be gone forever
The mist, the fog that made me blind
I click and click and click…
The sleep just killed me.
A headless dream.
– Chatty Owl –
thoughts are a knot of wires…how often that happens to all of us x